Lucky

This is Lucky. He acquired this name after a series of events of inexplicable good fortune. For example, when he was trying to sell his rusted-out, haphazardly-starting, janky lemon of a car 1986 Saab convertible, he had ads posted around the city for 3 months with no serious offers. On the day Corypheus convinced him to sell it for parts, she rented a carshare in order to follow him to the junkyard. After dropping him where the car had been parked for the previous 3 months to begin the journey of finally getting rid of it, she waited patiently, watching him walk over to the driver’s side. You know, where the “For sale” sign was. A friendly-looking bearded man came up to talk to him. They talked for about 10 minutes, smiling and nodding, gesturing towards the car, and finally shaking hands and trading numbers. Lucky sold the car. On the way to the junkyard. There’s more, but you get the idea.

Lucky enjoys foofy drinks, cat-wrangling, ice cream, sausage, looking at type, talking about type, taking pictures of type, teaching typography, and using type. He is so obsessed with Steve Jobs that he has dreamt of walking barefoot on the sand with him, talking about Apple. Be careful not to malign Snow Leopard (this one, not this one) in his presence. Corypheus learned the hard way.

Corypheus

This is Corypheus. She is in charge. Does she look like she wants to be messed with? She didn’t think so.

Corypheus enjoys Lucky; This American Life; stinky cheese; the Pixar oeuvre; yoga okay, thinking about doing yoga; the Pacific Northwest; (reluctantly, so as not to steal Lucky’s thunder) type; early 20th-century design; bad cats; bald children; flow cytometry;  and sake. Corypheus formerly enjoyed linguistics and gluten.

Lackey

Lackey is Corypheus’ father. He is an excellent houseguest, enjoys making pancakes, and is a very good helper. His proudest achievement is being inducted into the Kaimana Klassic Ultimate Frisbee Hall of Fame in 1996. He is down one kidney, but it went to an excellent cause. Lackey enjoys good bread, golfing, and Theos.

Chuckles & Santa

Chuckles and Santa are Corypheus’ mother and stepfather. Chuckles enjoys drawing pictures of guts; laughing at pretty much anything, even stuff that didn’t require much effort; Broadway musicals; and malamutes. Be careful, or she might drop your brand new iPhone into her guacamole.

Santa enjoys casually not bursting the bubbles of random children who think he’s, well, Santa; Crosby, Stills, Nash +/- Young; and making the most delicious lobster in history on major holidays.

Felix T. Cat

Felix is an old, old cat with a québécois accent. Felix enjoys pizza, gyros, licking the front covers of magazines, and being scratched around the ears and on his belly. He would also probably enjoy poutine, if he had thumbs and could order it.

Norton T. Cat (R.I.P.)

Norton was Felix’s littermate. He was a complete attention slut who loved being held and petted. Norton once survived a fall out a 5th storey window with a chin scrape and a sore paw. Strangely, he did not have a québécois accent.

Floyd B. Cat

Corypheus was looking for a new cat to keep Felix from yowling 24 hours a day after Norton died. Floyd was the last cat left at the shelter. This, perhaps, was a sign. Floyd enjoys eating Science Diet, taking showers, licking, biting, looking innocent, eating tulips, being petted for about 15 seconds at a time, and walking on your head while you sleep. He has the most adorable tiny cute pink nose. Do not let this fool you. He is evil.